Buffet Days Songtext
von Futurebirds
Buffet Days Songtext
The Moon′s a little fat man, lazy and trite
Creepin 12 feet over Tallahassee tonight
With a cheap fake tan that's glowing with a Crisco shine
And he′s drunk on the cosmic comedic news
That Armageddon finally came and it's a total snooze
God telling a joke, yea and taking Her time
Can't shake the feeling we′re the punchline
Caught in some freak show
Makes ya feel some kind of low
Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days
Where we once stood
But were they really ever all that good?
Paint my nails, floss my teeth
Overanalyze your life and make something to eat
Let that brain train steamroll
Right on through your mind
Train leaves the station everyday on time
Caught in some freak show
Makes ya feel some kind of low
Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days
Son they′re long gone
Yea the breakfast game is moving on
Yea a better morning is coming on
Creepin 12 feet over Tallahassee tonight
With a cheap fake tan that's glowing with a Crisco shine
And he′s drunk on the cosmic comedic news
That Armageddon finally came and it's a total snooze
God telling a joke, yea and taking Her time
Can't shake the feeling we′re the punchline
Caught in some freak show
Makes ya feel some kind of low
Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days
Where we once stood
But were they really ever all that good?
Paint my nails, floss my teeth
Overanalyze your life and make something to eat
Let that brain train steamroll
Right on through your mind
Train leaves the station everyday on time
Caught in some freak show
Makes ya feel some kind of low
Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days
Son they′re long gone
Yea the breakfast game is moving on
Yea a better morning is coming on
Writer(s): Carter Woodall I. King, Thomas Etherage Johnson, Daniel H. Womack, Brannen Clifford Miles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
